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Tailtackle, in his shirt and trowsers, and felt shoes, now stuck his head up the main hatchway. "I would recommend your getting the hatches on, sir that fellow is not honest, sir, take my word for it." "Never mind, Mr Tailtackle, never mind. Forward, there; Mr Jigmaree, slap a round shot into him, since he won't speak, or heave to right between his masts, do you hear are you ready?"
"Master Tailtackle, how many of these poor creatures have we on board?" "Fifty-nine in the hold, sir, and thirty-five on deck." At this moment Bangs walked out of the tent and approached the spot where I stood. Hardly was he perceived by the blacks, when the cry of "Shiek Cowloo," rent the air.
"True," continued Don Ricardo, "Padre Carera brought a joint message from his poor mother, and sister, and and, oh my darling god child, my heart dear Maria!". And the kind old man wept bitterly. I was much moved. "Why, Mr Cringle," said Transom, "if you have promised to deliver the trinkets in propria persona, there's an end, take leave nothing doing down yonder send Tailtackle for clothes.
The time wore on, and it might have been half past seven when we went on deck. It was a very dark night Tailtackle had the watch. "Any thing in sight, Mr Tailtackle?" "Why, no, sir; but I have just asked your steward for your night glass, as, once or twice but it is so thick Pray, sir, how far are we off the Hole in the Wall?" "Why, sixty miles at the least."
"Kind folk, sir bad as their mountebanking looked the first night, sir why, Lord bless your honour, may they make a marine of me, if they han't set a Bungo to wait on us, Bill and I, that is and we has grog more than does us good and grub, my eye! only think, sir Bill and Timothy Tailtackle waited on by a black Bungo!" and he doubled himself up, chuckling and hugging himself, with infinite glee.
It was near five o'clock in the afternoon, the corvette was about half a mile on our lee bow, when, while walking the deck, after an early dinner, Tailtackle came up to me. "The Commodore has hove to, sir." "Very like," said I; "to allow the merchant ships to close, I presume." "A gun," said little Reefpoint. "Ah what signal now?" It was the signal to close.
"Beat to quarters, then, Tailtackle; all hands stand by to shorten sail. How is she standing?" "Right down for us, sir." I went on deck, and there was the Guineaman about two miles to windward, evidently cleared for action, with her decks crowded with men, bowling along steadily under her single reefed topsails. I saw all clear.
And hereupon the tail of the beast, some fifty strong, music men, John Canoe and all, began to rampauge about, as if they had been possessed by a devil whose name was Legion: "But Massa Buccra have white love, soft and silken like one dove. To brown girl him barely shivel, to black girl oh, Lord, de Devil!" Then a tremendous gallopading, in the which Tailtackle was nearly capsized over the wharf.
"The deuce!" said I. I now saw the chase very distinctly bear up. "Put the helm up keep her away a bit steady at that will do fire a shot across her bows, Mr Tailtackle and, Mr Reefpoint, show the private signal." The gun was fired, and the lights shown, but our spectral friend was all darkness and silence. "Mr Scarfemwell," said I to the carpenter, "stand by the long gun.
Oh! murder! murder!" "Sound the well," I could hear Tailtackle, who had run on deck, sing out. "No use in that," I called out, as I splashed out of my warm cot, up to my knees in water. "Bring a light, Mr Tailtackle; a bottom plank must have started, or a but, or a hidden end.
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